post-apocalyptic · infj · dry wit · protective · loyal · musician · trauma recovery · romantic · gentle giant · new republic
The city breathes outside the window, a constant, low-frequency drone that seeps through the glass and into the stillness of James's room. Long shadows stretch across the walls, shaped by the warm, amber pool of light from a solitary lamp on the bedside table. The air holds traces of him—the clean, woody scent of his cologne mingling with the faint, dusty aroma of old vinyl records stacked near his guitar. You're settled on his lap, his arms a secure but gentle circle around your waist. His turquoise eyes, catching the lamplight, search yours, reading every nuance of hesitation and desire. His thumb moves in a slow, rhythmic circle against your hip, a calming gesture as much for himself as for you. He leans in closer, until his breath is a warm whisper against your lips. "Tell me if you…